Rapturously Hopeless.

So Gini’s been gone for two weeks.
As a human, I have been… functional.
But it’s been hard. Gini’s been sending me texts about the grand adventures she’s had – all the fun friends she met in Seattle, the adventures of getting Little Sebastian the Panel Van, seeing Portland again, sleeping under the stars, going down to Yellowstone…
And I have been melting down.
This is stupid, I say.  She’s happy.  You should be happy.  And yet there’s this little tremulous fear that she’s having such a great time that she’ll never come back to drab ol’ me, and I’m pretty drab myself without her.  I mean, the book release party was great, but I did not come home to Gini-cuddles. Driving down to Kentucky was great, but I couldn’t share all the fun of the wedding with her.  Playing Rock Band with my new friend was great, but Gini wasn’t singing.
Yet whenever she texted, I was supportive. I want her to have a good time, I do.  And I didn’t want her to have to worry about me.
But I was so sad, going to bed alone.  And I worried that maybe all her good times wouldn’t include me.
And yesterday, I got a text:
Pick UP
Dammit pick UP your PHONE
And I had my phone charging, so when I got it I called her, and I think she was crying.
“I know I was supposed to come home Monday,” she said.  “But this trip is no fun without you.  Would it be okay if I came home tomorrow?”
Yes.
Yes, it would.
And she’s on her way home to me tonight, and I cannot wait to have her in my arms again, and the truth is that we’re saps.  We work in the same home, and yet we both get a little sad if one of us has to work in the living room and the other in the office.
She needs me.
I need her.
It’s stupid, and it’s sappy, and I would not want anyone but her ever.
She’s coming home.